Madeline Sheehan - Undeniable

And god knows those fucking eyes made him damn crazy.

Cox and Kami got married; she let him move back in.

Ivy turned one.  She took one look at her Hello Kitty birthday cake, Danny's idea, and did a face plant dead center.  A picture of her covered in cake and frosting, her white flecked blue eyes glittering, grinning her old man’s grin, was sitting front and center on his desk.

He started planning something big.  Something real fucking special for his woman.

Then one summer day it all blew to smithereens.

Ivy, Deuce and I walked hand in hand through the club’s large backyard; country music was blaring through several strategically placed speakers, three large grills were already lit and cooking up hot dogs, hamburgers and steaks as Biker’s and their wives, girlfriends and children were milling around, drinking beer or soda, talking animatedly with each other.

Smiling.

Dancing.

Happy.

Deuce squeezed my hand.  “Babe, go get busy with woman shit, I gotta talk to Ripper.”

Before I called him any one of the assortment of names I had stashed away for all of his chauvinistic bullshit I hurried off to a long table housing several different varieties of macaroni salad, chips and dips, pretzels and assorted veggies.  Dorothy stood behind the table wearing a black apron over her cute pink sundress dishing out food.

I kicked off my sandals and went to help her.

“Hey,” I whispered, nudging her with my hip.  “You okay?”

Biting her bottom lip, she shook her head.  “I’m never okay when I have to watch him with her.”

I followed her line of sight to Jase, his wife Chrissy, and their three kids.  Thirteen years he had been messing with Dorothy, she was thirty three now and he still hadn't made good on any of the promises he'd made her.  She had left her husband for him; her daughter was sixteen, headed for college next fall and she was going to be all alone.  It was none of my business but that didn't mean I had to like it.

“Take a break,” I suggested.  “I got this covered.”

Her eyes went wide.  “You’re Deuce’s old lady.”

I shrugged.  “So?  I pretty sure that doesn’t mean I can’t serve noodles.”

Shaking her head, but smiling, she untied her apron and handed it to me.  “Thanks,” She whispered and ran off.  Jase turned away from Chrissy and watched her flee the barbeque and disappear inside the clubhouse.  Frowning, he whispered something in Chrissy’s ear – who nodded and smiled - and took off after Dorothy.

“Eva?”

I turned back to the table and found Cox's ex-wife Anna standing in front of me.  She’d cut her long black hair short; it looked good.

“Hey,” I said, “Dropping Mary Catherine off?”

She nodded and pointed to her preteen daughter who was laughing, chasing after Devin.

“Food?” I lifted up a plate in offering.

She wrinkled up her nose.  “No thanks, I’m trying to lose weight.”

I looked her over wondering where she needed to lose weight.

“Hi Eva!  Anna!”  Chrissy was sauntering over.  She was gorgeous.  Tall, lithe, big perky breasts, long auburn hair. With her perfect tan and perfectly shaped and symmetrical features, she was an all American wet dream.  She was everything Dorothy wasn’t.  Hell, she was everything I wasn’t.  Good thing I didn’t give a crap.

“Chrissy,” Anna said, greeting her.

“Are you two coming to Yoga tomorrow?” Chrissy asked, bouncing up and down in her cutoff jean shorts and tight white tank top, drawing the attention of every biker within thirty feet.  Even Deuce.

I glared at him.  He flashed me a mouth watering grin before turning around and resuming his conversation.

"Yep," I said.  Chrissy and her yoga classes had been my saving grace.  I had lost all my pregnancy weight and then some.

“Yep,” Anna said.  “God knows I need it.”

I shook my head.  Anna had gone a little nuts after Cox left her.

"Awesome!" Chrissy cried and started bouncing again.

“Where’s Dorothy?”  ZZ bellowed from across the lawn, trying to be heard over the music.

I raised my palms in an “I don’t know gesture” and yelled back, “What do you need?”

“Lighter fluid!”

I gave him the thumbs up and headed inside.

I was halfway down the hall of bedrooms when I heard loud moaning coming from Jase’s room.  I headed that way knowing exactly what I was going to find.

Sure enough, with his pants around his ankles, Jase had Dorothy pinned up against the wall, her dress pushed up to her waist.

“I fuckin’ love you,” He rasped.  “You don’t even know D.  You don’t even fuckin’ know.”

Dorothy, whose face was buried in Jase’s neck, whimpered.

Quietly, I reached around the door to press the lock button then silently pulled it closed; testing it to make sure it was indeed locked.  Chrissy did not need to walk in on that.

Dorothy didn’t deserve to be led on either.

But it was typical.  And there was nothing I could do.

A short time later Dorothy returned to the barbeque looking flushed.  Together we watched Jase leave the clubhouse and head back to Chrissy.  Chrissy curled herself around him while he stared at Dorothy, promising her with his eyes all sorts of things I knew he would never make good on.

“He's finally going to leave her,” She whispered, her eyes on Jase.

I pressed my lips together and looked down at the serving spoon in my hands.  He was never going to leave Chrissy; he loved her in his own fucked up way.  He loved Dorothy, too.  He had whittled his female admirers down to just the two of them and had no plans on leaving either.

Thankfully, Deuce appeared beside me saving me from having to respond to her.

He looked quizzically between us then followed Dorothy’s gaze to Jase and frowned.

“D,” He said in a low voice.  She glanced over and blushed.

“Sorry,” She whispered.

“Can’t have you pissin’ off my old ladies and makin’ shit hard for my boys, D.”

“I know,” She whispered.  “I’ll go if you want.”

I dragged him a good distance away.  “It’s his fault,” I hissed.  “He followed her inside and did you know what!”

Deuce raised an eyebrow.  “You know what?”  He repeated, smirking.

I folded my arms across my chest and his gaze zeroed in on the cleavage that had just popped out of my deep purple sundress.

“Can we go do “you know what”?” He asked, grinning.

I rolled my eyes.  “No.”

“Please?”

I fought my smile and lost.  He ran his knuckles down my cheek.

"Got you a present," He said softly.

"A big sweaty man present?"  I asked.

Deuce grinned.  "That too.  Come on."

He grabbed my hand, led me inside the club, past the bedrooms, through the living area, and pushed open the front doors.

"All yours babe."

I blinked rapidly.  Then I forgot how to blink and just gaped at the priceless beauty in front of me.

"No," I whispered.

"Babe.  Yeah."

Solid cast aluminum wheels, a beefy front fork and a wide-bodied fuel tank. Twin shocks tucked neatly out of sight, the rigid-mounted Twin Cam 96B engine, the chrome over/under dual exhaust, and the five-gallon fuel tank.

I was in shock.

"Boys who did the custom work gave me a whole lotta shit 'bout those sparkles darlin'.  You fuckin' owe me."

It wasn't as if he'd had the entire bike custom sparkled.  Just the seat and I absolutely loved it.

"I can't believe you remembered," I breathed, running my hand over my bike.  My perfect, perfect bike.

"Cutest kid I ever met.  And at Riker's no less.  Talkin' 'bout sparkly Fatboys and pink fuckin' helmets with skulls on them and tellin' me straight up you were gonna be Queen of an MC.  That was your dream babe.  I'm your man.  You feelin' me?"

Oh my god.  He'd made me queen. Because he was my man and that was my dream.  My man made my dream come true.

He got me my sparkly Fatboy.

And my pink helmet with skulls on it.

I turned, grinning so wide it hurt, and poked him in the chest.  "You love me."

He snorted.

"Babe.  Yeah."

I launched myself at him.  Gripping my waist, he swung me up and into his arms.  Our mouths crashed together and we kissed the way we always kissed, desperate, hungry, full of such crazed intensity, that if bottled could power an entire city.

Sheesh.  He so loved me.  Just…sheesh.

"Hey," I said softly and cupped his cheek.

"Yeah?"

“What about your dream?”

His face went dimples.  “I’m lookin’ at it, darlin’.”

Oh. Crap.  My heart felt near bursting.  I was absolutely done for.  This man owned me, body and soul, and everything in between.

“I wanna go do you know what now,” I whispered.

“That’s good babe,” He whispered back, “Real fuckin’ good.”

We fell onto our bed in a tangle, kissing feverishly, tearing at each other’s clothing.  “Love you,” I breathed, “So, so much.”

He pushed the straps of my dress down my shoulders and spread kisses along my collarbone.  His mouth traveled lower, his hands pulling my dress down as he went.  I threaded my fingers through his hair, moaning, begging him for more.

Using the tip of his tongue he traced the scar from my c-section.

“Fuckin’ love you, baby,” He rasped.

Then he got to his feet and tugged my underwear off.  Lifting my legs, I rubbed my grass stained feet over his bare torso and giggled.

Grinning, he unzipped his jeans.  “You want it hard?”  He asked gruffly.